Yard Sale of Thoughts

Orange lights line the closest skyscraper,

jack’o lanterns without face.

I’m too long gone in the city,

loosing color in the gray to gray.

The morning only comes together

with a lot of sequins, glue and sticky paste.

Orange sunlight paints the siding,

a sour som tum cafe.

By 5am, traffic lanterns clog the freeway.

I know I can exist beyond the buildings,

beyond the city’s masquerade.

Sea green waters, don’t desert me

in this haunted place.

©2024 | K.F. Hartless